Episode 10 Red Rock

What I want is you, and to raise a family together. That's all I want.

Nobody would think any less of you if you put in for a transfer.

You don't want anything else happening to you.

The man had you beaten to a pulp.

What's he going to do next, if you still don't drop this?

If I let him bully me into keeping my mouth shut, then he wins.

He'll win anyway, if he kills you.

-So you're back, then.

-You can't get rid of me that easily.

THEME MUSIC PLAYS

I'll bet it was just a wind-up.

I'm telling you, from the time we ordered till the pints arrived,

she came up to my mate and asked him straight out.

I've never been in a bar like that.

-IMITATES BALKAN ACCENT:

-And all because of his foreign accent.

-NORMAL VOICE:

-Maybe I should try one myself one day.

Never worked like that for me.

Well, maybe you should try chatting them up with a bag over your head.

Oi!

-GANG LAUGHS

-Hey, Kosos. Kosos, leave them.

Looks like he's OK.

Can't leave him out here, he'll get frostbite.

-VICTIM VOMITS

-Oh! Oh, great(!)

That's fantastic(!)

I'm trying not to make a fuss.

I had the Garda band all set up for your arrival.

It's OK to be nervous. I am.

-I just don't want us getting our hopes up again.

-It'll be OK.

I promise.

I'll see you up there, OK? I love you.

-Bye.

-See you later.

-All right, do you have him?

-Yeah.

-Oh, man, you stink.

-That's an improvement on his usual aftershave.

-Yeah, thanks, lad. Love you too.

-Just before you clean yourself off,

what exactly am I supposed to do with him?

Says he's getting married next week, to Theresa.

-Most beautiful girl in the world, apparently.

-And the most pregnant.

-Lucky Theresa.

-That's all he said before he conked out again.

-No name, no address.

-No idea what he's got himself into.

Get him out of here with a caution, as soon as he's slept it off.

Yes, sarge.

Right, come on.

Oh, hey, and lads - if he pukes in a cell, you clean it up.

-HOLDEN SIGHS

-You're all heart, sarge(!)

-Let's go.

Look, I need to talk to you, babe.

I said I'm sorry. Just answer the phone, please.

That's what you call timing.

Luckily I caught you. If you take the clamp off,

-I'll shift it for you now.

-Doesn't work like that, sham.

-I was only gone ten minutes.

-Rules is rules.

Look, I'm having a really, really bad day here.

Is there any chance you could do us a favour and forget about it?

You're on a double yellow.

It's hardly even on it. Look.

The wheel's not actually touching the yellow bit.

The front of the car is definitely over the edge.

I have the photographs to prove it.

-Are you married?

-I don't believe in it.

Look, I've just had the mother and father of all blowouts

with the wife. Said some things I really shouldn't have.

If I don't get home to say sorry in the next ten minutes,

-I'm a dead man.

-Clamp comes off only when the fine's paid.

-Almond croissant?

-I'm gluten intolerant.

There she is! My Sharona.

-I would have taken a few more days, if I were you.

-Taken a few months.

Welcome back, Sharon.

-Thanks.

-Well, I would just like to say that, in your absence,

the station has been a quieter and more peaceful place altogether.

But we didn't like it that way, so we're giving you a hero's welcome.

-Sean's buying the pints later.

-I know the very place.

For the person who's living proof that what doesn't kill you

only makes you stronger - welcome back.

-Rocky.

-Ha-ha, very funny. Take on the lot of yous.

Hey, now that you're back to smelling like your old sweet

self, you fellas need to get back out there.

-I think I preferred the smell of puke.

-Uh-huh.

You've got guts.

You sure you're OK?

Yes, sir.

-Really?

-I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Ready to get stuck in.

Cos you're no good to me if it's too early. I need to know you're ready.

-I am.

-OK. Good. We'll keep you on light duties

around the station for the time being.

Hopefully you won't need those boxing gloves for a while.

I wouldn't mind if I was blocking somebody,

but I've never in my life even parked in a disabled space.

Call the office. You can pay over the phone,

-and be back within the hour.

-But I need the car now.

Should have thought of that before, shouldn't you?

Here, there's the number for a taxi.

How about I give you 50 euro and we say no more about it?

ENGINE STARTS

ENGINE STOPS

-Give me them keys.

-I'm not paying.

-Give me back the bleeding keys!

When you take that thing off my car.

What seems to be the problem here, gents?

I have to nip out for a while. Shouldn't take long.

I'll take it out of your wages.

You look after Sharon. You know, just make sure she really is OK.

-Yeah. I'll keep an eye on her, boss.

-Thanks.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

I was just... Wondering, just curious, you know.

What exactly it is you came back for.

-It's my job.

-You can do your job somewhere else, can't you?

The smart money says you should have taken that transfer.

-Maybe I don't want to be pushed around.

-Hmm.

You all right, darling? Which one of you is in charge here?

Never mind him. What's the craic with our friend, Finbar?

Would I be right in assuming that the person to whom you refer

is the drunken cross-dressing lout that my colleagues

-scraped up off the bandstand?

-Yeah, yous kidnapped him, more like.

-Look. It's barely even touching the yellow line.

-Yeah, he's got a point.

-Do you not think it's a bit harsh?

-I have the photographs.

Camera never lies.

Sure he's learnt his lesson.

I've already typed his details into the doofer.

Once that ball starts rolling, can't be stopped.

Sorry, sir, I'm afraid you'll just have to be a little bit more careful

-in future, OK?

-So you just wash your hands, is that it?

We don't write the rules, sir, we just try to enforce them.

I might have known you'd be as thick as each other.

It's not too wise to use that sort of language, sir.

-Am I getting me keys back, or what?

-Yeah, you did take his keys.

-In our business, we call that theft.

-Now, hold on a second!

-Let's keep our voices down, OK?

-I'm a hard-working citizen.

I pay my taxes. I've never broken a law in my life.

It's outrageous! You should be off catching drug-dealers,

instead of persecuting decent people like me.

Now, you haven't broken any laws yet.

-Is that a threat?

-That's a statement of fact, Mr...?

-Curry. Gerard Curry. Founder and CEO of Curry Logistics.

-Ooh!

-That's a nice set of wheels you've got there, Mr Curry.

-Oh, I get it.

You think I'm just another shyster, who made fast bucks,

-so you're backing up this gombeen...

-Enough.

-Or maybe you're just jealous.

-All right, you're on very thin ice now.

-Sean...

-See? Don't tell me it isn't personal.

OK, put a cork in it, or we'll take you down to the station.

Go on, book me. I dare you.

-Can you believe this guy?

-Sure, remember I pay your wages.

-What did you say?

-You want the keys?

-You can have 'em.

-You stupid bleeding...

-That's it, Mr Curry, you're under arrest.

-What for?

Disorderly conduct in a public place, abusive behaviour,

take your pick.

This is a miscarriage of justice. Our brother's an innocent man.

I don't care what it is.

I'll do nothing till you sit down and shut up.

Come here, here's how it is.

Me and the lads are having a bit of a do, and we were just

wondering if there was any chance we could have our Finbar back.

Right. Wait here, I'll go check on him.

-I'll wait out here. You go check on Boy George.

-I'm busy.

-Excuse me?

-I've got a lot of paperwork to catch up on.

Is this the way it is? You're going to challenge everything I say now?

What's the plan, Sharon?

How's it going to go?

Don't worry. I got the message. I'm not going to say anything.

Good girl. That's what I like to hear.

But I'm watching you.

Guy's stotious, there's no way we can let him go.

If he drinks any more, they'll kill him.

Look, lads, your mate was off his head.

We took him in for public indecency. We're not going to release him

till he's sober enough to be cautioned, OK?

-It's not much of a stag do without the groom.

-Oh, I'm sorry,

am I wrecking your buzz? Clear out!

It's a police state. Like we're living under the jackboot.

-Yeah, yeah, that's right.

-I'm not taking this lying down.

-We'll be back.

-I'm telling you...

The pleasure's all mine.

See? Sometimes all it takes is a soft hand and a firm word.

So when exactly did you give the trigger shot?

10.30pm Tuesday, maybe 10.35.

Why, is something wrong?

The eggs appear slightly less mature than I'd have expected, that's all.

Is that bad?

There are plenty of them, and they seem in good condition,

so there's no cause for concern.

-What kept you?

-Sorry.

-Get your hands off me!

-Do yourself a favour, will you?

-Happy hour, is it?

This is an infringement of my civil liberties.

-What's the charge?

-Possession of a nice car,

and suspicion of having a better salary than his.

-Will you ever knock it off?

-Name and address.

Gerard Owen Curry, 46 Mont Blanc Crescent, Red Rock.

Mm! Welcome to the dark side, Mr Curry.

So just because I live there, I deserve to be victimised like this?

Mr Curry, do you not think it might be better to listen sometimes,

-instead of talking?

-That's a really good idea.

-What's the charge?

Careful with those. They're for my wife.

Having a bad mouth and a bad attitude.

-That's my phone, you've no right.

-Check the law book.

We've every right.

You can try and hide behind your uniforms, but I've your numbers,

-and I'll see the lot of yous in court.

-OK, that's it.

-Stick him in a cell.

-With pleasure.

-What? You can't do that!

This is police brutality. I want my lawyer!

Just an idiot with a temper.

Just release him with a caution once he's cooled off, will you?

-Yes, sarge.

-CURRY GRUNTS

I'll take the cuffs off if you're going to be cool about this, OK?

Hey, hey, hey!

God!

No, please! I need my phone. I have to call my wife.

BANGING ON DOOR Open up!

-If he doesn't give it a rest...

-He'll get bored soon and give up.

I know my rights!

What we need is a big sound system we can blast into the cells and

-drown him out.

-I think that sort of thing was banned

by the Geneva Convention.

Do you hear me? BANGING CONTINUES

-BANGING STOPS

-Told you he would get bored.

All he has to do now is keep his mouth shut.

Yeah, well, if he knew how to do that,

he wouldn't be here in the first place.

You think he's learned his lesson?

-Nope.

-We've locked him up.

-Yeah, for parking on double yellows!

-Exactly.

-See you, Marie.

-See you.

-Safe home.

And he threw your man's keys down the drain. And for being an idiot.

Yeah, but he had a fight with his wife. You know what that's like.

When a woman winds you up, it makes you cranky, you lash out.

They can be infuriating.

Exasperating.

-But great, too.

-Really great, too.

-OK, well, maybe he has learnt his lesson.

-We'll let him go?

Yeah.

BANGING RESUMES

You don't know who you're dealing with!

-Told you he's an idiot.

-I did nothing. You know I did nothing.

The boys are back in town.

If the bridegroom can't come to the stag party,

then the party has come to the groom!

Come on, lads, this isn't on.

I tried to talk them out of it.

You look like the type of girl that likes her action man.

-Sorry about this, love.

-All right, knock it off.

-Whenever you're ready, honey.

-OK, that's enough of that.

-We're only having a laugh.

-Trust me, you don't want to go threatening

-a member of An Garda Siochana.

-It's like you can try and beat us,

or you two lovebirds can come and join us.

ALL SINGING: We shall not, we shall not be moved.

OK, lads! Lads! I can't let you gargle in here.

-Drinking alcohol in public is an offence.

-Try and stop us.

HE CHUCKLES

-Go get the others on standby. Now.

-SINGING RESUMES

What's going on out there?

Hey! I need to talk to my wife.

I'll have all your jobs for this!

GASPS

OK, look, lads, no-one's looking for any trouble here, OK?

-What's going on here?

-Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey! Stall the ball.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, OK?

-Tell your monkeys to back off.

-You want to watch your mouth.

Why? What you going to do about it?

Now, listen, lads. This is your last warning. Back off.

Jacko, let's get out of here.

This is a matter of principle, bro.

Ha! OK.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! Right, nobody move!

-Would you put that away?

Nobody's hurt, no-one's in trouble,

but if you raise your hand to a guard, you'll wind up in prison.

You got that? And no-one wants to finish this in court. Right?

HEAVY BREATHING I need help.

Someone, please.

-Let me go.

-Will I?

Be good.

Now, you, you. I want you to calm down.

These monkeys are the ones who started it.

-How'd you figure that out?

-Shut up.

Now, here's the deal - let you go, say no more,

only if you give me your word there'll be no more hassle.

He will, of course he will, won't you?

Not without our blood brother.

-I thought we had an agreement.

-What is this? The United Nations?

OK, look. Here's a compromise.

-I'll release Finbar without a charge.

-Thanks very much.

Yeah. But only when he's sober enough to walk.

-Let's do it, Jacko.

-Now, you, give me your phone number.

I'll call you the minute he surfaces.

And here's the other thing - you don't clear off now,

I'll do the lot of yous for public disorder.

You're a hard man, but you're a fair man. Did anyone ever tell you that?

Yeah, all the time.

Now, go on.

Was it a full moon last night?

-Need a coffee.

-Need a DRINK.

Go check if that other nutjob's cooled off.

Yes, sarge.

Sleeping like a baby.

Sean!

-Mr Curry.

-Gerard!

-Mr Curry!

-Gerard! Turn him over!

-Gerard, can you hear us? Is he breathing?

-Hang on.

-Is he breathing?

I don't know, Sean, hang on.

-No, he's not.

-Oh, God.

Start pumping!

Now, you shouldn't be here if you're not 100%.

I'm fine.

I'm talking about your judgment.

You had no business pulling your baton like that.

It was self-defence.

-You're lucky you've got me covering your back.

-Ambulance, now!

Come on.

-Come on. It's not working.

-Have you done rescue breaths?

-No, sarge.

-Get up.

-Give me the mask.

-It's coming.

-Hurry up.

-It's coming.

You get the pads ready.

-Pads on.

-The ambulance is on its way.

-Call McKay!

-He can't go and die on us like this.

-Better hope not, for all our sakes.

OK, clear.

MCGONIGLE BREATHES HEAVILY

SIREN WAILS

Shock him again. Clear!

-How long have you been doing CPR?

-About 10 minutes.

-12, exactly.

Nothing.

OK. ETT, please.

The defib?

-- As per instructions, but nothing doing.

-Nothing.

There's no shockable rhythm.

There's no point.

OK. Let's clear the room and seal it off.

Need to treat this like a crime scene.

Put me through to GSOC.

Superintendent James McKay, Red Rock.

I need to report a death in custody.

No visible bruising. No cuts or scratches.

Fingernails and knuckles aren't marked or damaged.

-No, no visible sign of trauma.

-Self-inflicted or otherwise.

Will she view the body here?

OK. Immediately.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

So, tell me what happened. Don't leave anything out.

We just locked him up. The lads came by to check on him.

He was out cold on the floor.

-Had he been sick? Was he on drugs?

-Nope.

No indication anything was wrong.

State pathologist will inspect the body in the mortuary.

-So can we take him out of here?

-No.

No-one touches anything until the ombudsman's had a look.

Paramedics said it must have been a heart attack.

-Doesn't matter.

-There'll be a postmortem this afternoon.

G-SOC's called for a full investigative procedure.

-He doesn't fit the usual criminal profile.

-We hadn't even charged him.

Just locked him up to cool him off.

Ah, the guy was a real mouthpiece, you know the sort.

-Who arrested him?

-Sean. Adrijan.

I sent them off to clear their heads before they write their statements.

-Give me one of these.

-I thought you didn't smoke.

-I thought you'd quit.

How we holding up, lads?

Bit shaky, to be honest, boss.

Well, that's to be expected.

Look, I need to get a clear picture of what went on,

so why don't you tell me what happened?

We opened the door, there he was, just lying there.

-Scared the crap out of me, he wasn't breathing.

-All pale and sweaty.

-So we did CPR on him. Well, he did.

-Not that it made any difference.

OK, lads. One at a time.

You need to calm down.

Why don't you tell me about the arrest?

Brian told me Mr Curry hadn't been charged yet.

The guy had, um...

Mr Curry had, um...

-Real attitude problem.

-We booked him for

disorderly conduct, threatening, abusive or insulting behaviour,

failure to comply with the directions of a Garda.

What did he do to deserve all that?

He parked on a...

He parked on a double yellow.

So all this happened because of a parking violation?

I've been thinking the arrest might not have been necessary.

-Things were getting out of hand. We had to do something.

-Hang on...

The guy was bang out of order.

-We arrested him for his own safety, as well as that of others.

-OK.

Head in and get yourselves sorted out, OK?

I want you back in an hour,

with a clear narrative as to why you brought him in,

and why he was locked up.

Yes, sir.

And lads...

-Better be good.

-Sir.

-Yes, sir.

I overreacted. Shouldn't have arrested him.

-We had to do something.

-No, WE didn't.

-It was me.

-No, we arrested him.

-I arrested him, OK?

-It's my fault he ended up here.

-You can't think like that.

How can't I, though?

Cos it's the truth. It is my fault.

Because I couldn't let it go.

Couldn't let him get the better of me.

And let's face it - nothing says having the last word like,

-"You're under arrest."

-Sean.

Look at me. You're not on your own, OK? We work together.

We arrested that man together.

What happened after that was just an accident.

-So what do we do?

-We tell the truth.

-You know what'll happen.

The press. The media. They'll want a scapegoat.

Somebody to blame.

And top brass will be only too happy to hand us over on a plate.

McKay's not like that. He won't let that happen.

McKay won't be able to stop it.

When it comes down do it, they'll all look after themselves.

We'll be all right.

So the arrest itself is good. We can stand over it.

-Will the public see it like that?

-Ah, come on.

The guy was an awful dose.

The lads have enough witnesses to prove that he got aggressive.

So what's the problem here?

There was a bit of an incident at reception.

I need to know everything, Brian.

Look, a bunch of drunks came in. They were on a stag party.

We brought the groom in earlier on.

I mean, it wasn't dodgy, it was just...

We can call it an arrest if we have to.

The kid was off his head, we brought him in for his own good,

just when we tried to clear his mates, there was...

-..nearly a riot.

-Who else was involved?

All hands. Me, Sean, Adrijan.

The Sunday papers are going to love this.

-Boss, we didn't do anything wrong.

-It was just... We're stretched.

We're always overstretched, you know that.

If this goes public, they won't see it like that.

Look, I'm superintendent here, so the buck stops with me.

But Curry was in the cell when it all kicked off.

I dropped the ball with those gurriers.

-How long did this go on for?

-It's hard to tell. A few minutes.

Is it possible that Curry was left unattended for more than 30 minutes?

-MCGONIGLE SIGHS

-I would have to check my records.

Well, that's why we have paperwork. I need your full statement, Brian.

Yeah.

Next of kin, sir. His wife, a local councillor.

-Does he have family?

-Three kids.

Still in school.

Could this get any worse?

It's the drunk guy from the stag party.

Sober him up and get him out of here, pronto.

Right away, sir.

PHONE RINGING AT OTHER END

Well, how are you feeling now?

-Not too bad, actually. Didn't feel a thing.

-Great.

We'll fertilise the eggs in the lab,

and call later to confirm the embryos have formed.

In the meantime, go home, rest and pamper yourself.

Or get someone else to do it for you.

I'll be fine on my own. Thanks.

-Mark.

-James. How's it going?

-Been better.

We'll make it as painless as we can, but brace yourself -

this kind of thing's a real headache all round.

You can use my office. If there's anything we can do to help...

We'll check out the body in situ,

then I'll formally interview the arresting officers,

the duty sergeant, and anyone else who had dealings with the deceased.

His name was Gerard Curry. He had a wife and three young children.

PHONE RINGING

Everything's in order.

If there's anything else you need, just let me know.

I hope so, for all our sakes.

Maybe you and I could have an interim briefing

once I've seen the body.

The next of kin haven't been informed yet.

If it's OK, I'd... I'd like to tell his wife in person.

Rather you than me.

PHONE RINGING

-I'm not talking to you.

-I'm sorry for running out like that.

The poor child's got an absent father before it's even conceived.

Is everything OK?

Dead easy, I just built it up into something it wasn't.

Look, I might be tied up for a while, we've had a death in custody.

Oh, my God! Are there any complications?

It's too early to say, but feels like a firing squad already.

-Call me if anyone needs a lawyer.

-Probably better to

stay out of it, but I'll let you know.

OK. Take it easy, love.

-Mrs Joan Curry?

-Yes.

I'm Superintendent James McKay, this is Sergeant Angie Tyrell.

Can we come inside, please? We need to talk to you about your husband.

Why, what's he done?

I'm very sorry, Mrs Curry. I'm afraid he's dead.

-You shouldn't be at work if you're not up to it.

-I'm fine.

What is this, a bed and breakfast?

McKay said I've to straighten out the bridegroom.

Oh, yeah, right, here.

Call his mates, have them come pick him up.

And, Sharon, don't drop the tray.

Sergeant McGonigle?

-Be us in there next.

-Brian looks worried.

-Good reason to be.

They always find a scapegoat for a death in custody.

-He'll look after us.

-Brian'll look after himself.

You've got good neighbours, Mrs Curry.

How did it happen?

It appears Mr Curry had a heart attack.

We should know more from the postmortem later on today.

We had a big row this morning.

The last thing I said to him was, "It's over."

"For good."

You know, it can be hard to take in. When it's sudden like this.

You have our heartfelt condolences.

My officers at the station did everything they could

to try to save him.

He was in the Garda station?

I'm afraid he'd been arrested.

For public order offences.

Gerry's never been in trouble in his life.

I can assure you, Mrs Curry, that everything is above board.

The law states that when there is a death in police custody,

there must be a full investigation.

So the Garda ombudsman will be looking after the case.

My God, was Gerard killed?

No. No, no, no. Nothing like that. It's...

It's standard procedure.

It might sound confusing,

but a family liaison officer will be assigned to keep you fully informed.

I want to see him.

Er, I'm afraid Mr Curry is still at the station.

The scene hasn't actually been released yet.

You mean my husband's still lying in the cell?

I'm so sorry, Mrs Curry.

Take me to him.

Now!

-MARK:

-OK, so forget about the details of the arrest.

I want to establish a timeline.

The ambulance was called at 12.43, is that correct?

Yes, sir. That's been confirmed with the ambulance service, yes.

And Mr Curry was discovered in his cell, unconscious, at 12.40?

Give or take a minute or two, yes.

But Sergeant McGonigle's log

has Mr Curry being brought into the station at 11.58, approximately.

And you locked him up at 12.04.

That means he was left unattended in his cell for 36 minutes.

Couldn't have been that long.

While custody regulations say that someone in a cell

must be checked every 30 minutes, at a minimum.

You see...

this bunch of drunks started right out front.

The place was in ructions.

Is it possible Mr Curry was left unattended even longer?

No way. No. Definitely not.

We were doing our best. I mean...

..what's a few minutes?

It could mean the difference between life and death.

Or between having a career and not.

It's just this way, Mrs Curry.

KEYPAD BEEPS

DOOR BUZZES

Are you OK, Mrs Curry?

I need to see him.

Sorry, Mrs Curry. I can't let you touch him.

SHE SOBS

Garda Kosos.

I was wondering, off the record,

is there anything I'm missing in all this?

I'm not sure what you mean.

I'm looking to save us all a lot of time and paperwork.

Tell me, was Mr Curry's arrest really necessary?

Adrijan.

The way I see it, things could have been sorted out on the street.

Take the desk, will you, please?

Couldn't possibly say, sir.

By the way, I didn't mention anything about you to GSOC.

The way you drew your baton earlier could be seen as a provocative act.

Could have sparked things up a bit, you know?

And could even be argued that...

you started all the trouble that distracted us from Curry.

Now, I don't see it that way, obviously.

But I reckoned it was best to keep it out of my statement.

And I wanted you to know that you're in the clear.

I don't need any help from you.

You need to remember who your friends are.

Threaten all you like...

..you don't scare me.

HE SIGHS

I was worried about this.

You should have taken that transfer.

JAMES: 36 minutes?

-MARK:

-As an estimate.

And I'm obliged to treat that as a minimum.

I'm afraid that bit's bound to go public.

What happens next?

I'll accompany the body to the mortuary.

Back door.

It's more discreet. The widow's here.

I'll call you this evening

with preliminary findings from the postmortem.

But it could be weeks before toxicology's conclusive.

And the investigation?

Anybody's guess. It could take months.

And that's if everything's above board.

My team and I have nothing to hide, Mark.

I can assure you of that.

I hope not.

Or we're all in for a bumpy ride.

Should we...?

Mrs Curry?

Your husband had these with him.

I think they were meant for you.

SHE MOUTHS

Mrs Curry, once again, please accept my sincerest condolences.

Don't.

Don't you dare patronise me.

I will find out what's gone on here.

You have my husband's blood on your hands.